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Public Knowledge

Shirona/Cynthia is currently the reigning champion of the Sinnoh region, and one of its major historians.

Cynthia went on a Pokémon journey through Sinnoh, completing Sinnoh's gym challenge as a girl.

She ascended to Champion at 18, and held onto the title since then, being challenged on multiple occasions by the other Elite Four.

Cynthia defeated Iris in publicized battle.

She was defeated in the World Masters tournament by Ash.

She attended the Pokémon World Tournament as a challenger.

Cynthia has a good relationship with Caitlin of the Unova Elite Four and they've often been seen together at public events.

Cynthia participated in the Pasio Project at the invitation of Lear, and possesses several sync suits from the project.

Cynthia participated in Alola's Battle Tree during its foundational year as a Battle Frontier, under the invitation of Kanto's champion duo, Green/Blue Oak, and Red.

The Sinnoh champion is widely considered one of the absolute toughest and most talented battlers in the entire world.

She is also publicly known as a specialist in myths, and has used her expertise in legends to several times over, help save the world.

Cynthia has authored several historical journals through professional associations such as the Sinnoh Historical Association.

Her grandmother, Professor Carolina/Dr. Karashina is the head of the Celestic Town Historical Research Center

Her ace is Garchomp.

Cynthia was very vocally against Team Galactic's mission statement after the events of dppt.

Private Knowledge

Cynthia is the holder of the Specter Plate, which Spiritomb keeps inside of their keystone.

There is a man who resembles her eerily, whom was both her piano teacher and one of her Pokémon mentors. She is extremely aware that this "hat man" is part of her family line. (It's Volo).

Cynthia was raised by her grandparents alongside her younger sister. Her parents passed away unexpectedly, and her childhood was filled with a lot of love regardless.

Shirone has a deep interest in the esoteric, and has collected artifacts of that nature from Celestic Town and Mt. Coronet for study.

Cynthia helped the main protag of Platnium face Cyrus down.

Giratina is her partner. What that means for the world...?

She is very firm in the belief that Giratina is the bringer of balance between dimensions.

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It has been said that she is Hisui Man...

#about #Making icons for herrr

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Garchomp -- Naoki Saito

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Cynthia was idling at the frozen treats stands erected around the festivities and...

She had been there in that same spot for well over thirty minutes studying the menu, her own Garchomp low growling and chattering to her as they filled out a paper reference menu for the kiosk together.

So far? She had a single ice cream flavor selected. Out of three required selections.

#sinnohlunarfestival2024 #time to enjoy the races.

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@ariverofmilk I was checking these episodes again since Akagi came up in the conversation, and was instead reminded of how much I love this Shirona part. What a boss.

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distortworld

time and space. things that existed separate and yet were only whole together. it thinks of its kin: great empty space and great ticking time and their endless feuds.

if one listens close, they can hear the beating pulse of palkia's heart here - or they can hear the ever present tick of dialga's presence. this was made with their powers, if not their knowledge. (they make many things without thinking about it.)

the ancient people who do still sleep here are swaddled in shadows. those same shadows dog shirona's steps as she begins walking, leaping as tiny serpents from the darkness between the bricks and the space of her shadow in the false sun.

the great darkness itself swims beneath the city, carving a golden path through the abyss as it follows so very slowly. it is attached to this one, it seems, as it has been attached in the past.

the city shifts, but if she remembers the way, then the way will be there. the stones groan, like trying to turn in their sleep, and the wall guides her past statues of ancient monsters and the people nestled in their claws.

perfect balance, some might say. a city held in perpetual dreaming, until such a time that the dream would end. giratina imagines the cities in its domain were like this before ruin fell to them.

there are footsteps here, though - monsters that were once people and people who were once monsters. in a time long past, people weren't so different from pokemon. they lived in harmony alongside one another, until a great ending was foreseen.

then, they began to build.

THE ANCIENT PEOPLE SAW RUIN AND WISHED TO FLEE. IT IS THE POWER OF DESPERATION THAT BREEDS THE GENIUS OF THIS CITY.

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The drone of soft growls and cries drum up louder than her echoing footsteps. Those that had given up waiting, this is their legacy, to be wraiths and fingerprints of who they once were. Giratina had been witness to their attempt at fleeing their own doom, only to cast themselves into the waiting jaws of an eternal torment. It makes sense why they could only ever find pieces of this city. Some of it had been spirited away to this no-space.

Gaburias snarls as the echoes of the things that shouldn't be start up from the crowded streets. There were symbols championing gladiators carved into the now golden walls, absolutely ancient hopes and dreams. It's what made her stop last time, because the mundane-ness of it made her eyes water in sympathy.

Gaburias snarls, and chomps at a long, shadowed limb that extends towards Shirona. The limb splits into two and disintegrates with a moan from whatever spawned it. The dragon's much more prepared now than she was last time, alert and moving her electricity sensing hammer head back and forth as she stuck close to Shirona.

"The power of desperation... Is desperation in your portfolio then, Old Friend?"

It is. She knows it is. If it was not, there would not be a man with a funny hat, and she would not have been set on a path to greatness. She didn't know if Mr. Ginkgo had plans for her, or if there was a plan.

"They're coming."

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I REMEMBER.

it has not forgotten anything in a long time.

this place was not the distortion of its domain, but it was a place ancient enough for giratina to reach into without unmaking it wholly. the shadows cling to it, making it appear as if the darkness is moving between the shining gold, and it lifts its head to peer at her with eyes fathomless deep and burning red.

the people here await something. time has erased that purpose down to the act itself: they wait, and do little more. those who do not wait do not remain themselves.

DO YOU REMEMBER THE WAY? EVEN IF YOU REACH IT, THE CITY WILL NOT STAND TO LOSE A PIECE OF ITSELF.

it turns slowly by virtue of its size, looking into the distance. there is a tower in the center of this city, pointed as a spear to the heavens, acting as the only true landmark in the space.

the howling dies away, but that does not mean it is gone. only that it is doing what things here do best: waiting.

the basin, it remembers, shines like silver and bears ancient writing on the edges of it. in times past, it was used for all manner of work: scrying, invoking visions of grandeur and crafting marvelous items.

once upon a time, an orb of lead lay within it. when removed, it had turned to gold in the palm of a magician.

in the right hand, the gold would turn to platinum.

I CAN ONLY ACCOMPANY YOU FROM AFAR. MY REACH IS LIMITED WITHOUT TRAPPING YOU WITHIN THESE WALLS.

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She turns with the great monster, looking at the tower in the heart of the city. It is much taller than anything else, the exact geometry of it shifting and twisting in the sunlight. The rampart-like roofing along the spine of it bounced light in complex directions. While it was a marker, it constantly switched its position in space... and time.

This place certainly was a city of conjunction as well as on the very fringes of time and space.

"Yes. I remember the way."

The eerie quiet that follows partners with the sun. As before, she didn't have much in the way of time here, not to get what she came for. Shirona held up a single finger, wagging it in the cloudy air.

"Well, anything worth doing is worth doing at least four times, however, I'd like to get it in a simple two. I think I got it this time. Gaburias will not be caught unaware by those memories."

She did turn on her heel, watching the dark patterns in the bricks slowly begin to follow her footsteps.

"The ancient Celestican people having the power to create something like this..."

She had precious few theories on the subject, and Mr. Gingko did not have answers he either remembered or even knew in the first place. She had exhausted her typical research avenues. The only way forward was through.

"Through" was her footsteps echoing down the street of the suspended city. She pressed a button on her belt, and Gaburias erupted from it, already hunched, bladed arms forward and deep growl emanating from her. As the buildings began to populate the streets, she counted her paces, and pressed her palm against a wall that began, jutting out from a completely separate structure.

Follow the wall to the tower, no matter where that wall went.

#distortworld #;;the impossible city

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the sun that shines here shines of the accord of ancient whims, because the people had demanded a sun - and so they were given it. they demanded a space to save them from something inevitable, and they were given it.

all things come with a price, they say, and that price drifts through endless darkness in the abyss beneath their feet, singing of the day it would eclipse that sun and draw them back into primordial, whimpering blackness.

the people who once walked the golden streets knew fear in great measure. fear of the unknown, of the unbending dark, and of the unfortunate future that awaited them.

the one who walks there now knows fear, but also curiosity. it is a familiar feeling to the one that swims in the abyss, the burning urge to see and learn and know. she is familiar to it in the same way the rain is familiar to a flower.

she whistles and it sings back. the noise is too low to be called anything but a rumble, the bellow of something ancient and lonely. the sound announces the arrival of it, enormous golden ribs and six claws of shadow that part the darkness below like a whale breaking the surface.

YOU HAVE COME BACK, it says. VERY FEW WHO KNOW THIS PLACE COME BACK. IT IS DANGEROUS.

indeed, it was dangerous. whatever lay within, human or pokemon or other, howled loud enough to fill the streets with sounds enough to make your skin crawl.

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The sound that it makes rolls through her bones in a way that inspires real terror and awe. When they say such things like a body breaching the sky are eldritch, it is because there were no words to describe the emotions watching the tendrils of darkness rise out of the below and just get bigger, and bigger.

There's no real end to this creature. Not here.

A voice filled her head, at first, in old, old language, and then molded and shifted until it was something understandable and harmonizing.

Cynthia rose a hand above her eyes, shielding them from the gleam off the metal of the beast as it reflected the light of the sun that did not actually exist.

"Yes," she said, her fear melting into the familiar calm of wanting to look and know, "Yes, I have. I've come back to collect what I had found earlier. A mercurial basin, with your blessing of course."

Her voice was so small compared to the entity she had the privilege of beholding. Giratina, the banished one, the destroyer and balance keeper.

It is dangerous here. Very dangerous. The shades and horrors of this place had forgotten themselves and their original shapes, and floated half mad through the space, and indeed, would kill her if she did not keep her wits about her.

A difficult thing to do with all of the narrative carved in the place.

Cynthia straightened her coat against the pressure of the rising wyrm.

"If you recall, I had limited time last time."

She couldn't dislodge the basin from its pedestal in time. The monsters that had chased her through this place had caught up to her. She had to recall out of the impossible city with Spiritomb's assistance.

#distortworld #;;the impossible city

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Distortion World // Pokémon Platinum (2009)

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distortworld started a story:

There is a deep rumbling under her feet, like whalesong in the dark...

Her feet stopped on the golden brick of the causeway when she heard it, an impossible sound below the spiderwebbing roads hanging in mid-air.

In this place, the unknown float around, listless, some sleeping and most without perception or direction through a rolling, golden mist. The sun here is an artificial one, radiating light to illuminate the final construction of a bygone age.

Below it, far below the clouds and these impossible structures, the geometry of them wilted and distorted, and beyond that was darkness that filled her with as much curiosity as it probably did the old architects that conceived this place. The architects she imagined, also looked at that yawning dark below her black boots with the most pure fear that ever could be felt by anything with a mind.

There's a flicker of fear, as much as there is the fear of getting lost as she knelt over the precipice of the completely alien road simply floating in the impossible sky and looked down.

Cynthia pulled the majority of her hair back, twisting it into a rough shape and re-tying the ornamented band into it.

She stuck her fingers into her mouth and whistled, loudly in response.

Giratina.

#distortworld #;;the impossible city

about to set up the girls night eldritch blood ritual

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